Love has gone and left me and the days are all alike;
…Eat I must, and sleep I will, – and would that night were here!
But ah! – to lie awake and hear the slow hours strike!
…Would that it were day again! – with twilight near!
Love has gone and left me and I don’t know what to do;
…This or that or what you will is all the same to me;
But all the things that I begin I leave before I’m through, –
…There’s little use in anything as far as I can see.
Love has gone and left me, – and the neighbors knock and borrow,
…And life goes on forever like the gnawing of a mouse, –
And tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow
…There’s this little street and this little house.
The Bard on the Hill 